Chapter 529: 529. Kissing And Touching Without Having To Care If Someone Finds Out!**

Rex finally broke the kiss, though he didn’t pull away far. He left their lips mere millimeters apart, their breath mingling in a hot, ragged haze.

He could feel her desperation, the way her body was trembling like a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit. He wanted to see her face as she finally got what she had been begging for.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Rex reached down. The sound of his zipper sliding down was sharp and loud in the quiet room, a metallic declaration of intent that made Amelia’s heart leap into her throat.

She stared, wide-eyed and panting, as he freed his massive, throbbing cock from the confines of his trousers. It was even more intimidating up close, thick, heavy, and pulsing with a life of its own, the tanned skin of his thighs providing a stark contrast to the sheer, raw power of his member.

"Go on then, Amelia," Rex whispered, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You wanted to touch it."

"Don’t just stare at it like a curious child," Rex grinned. "Fucking take it, and show me how much you’ve been starving."

Amelia didn’t need to be told twice. Her hands, slick with her own arousal and the saliva from their kiss, reached out with a frantic, almost worshipful energy.

As her fingers wrapped around the hot, velvet skin of his cock, she let out a shaky, broken sob of relief.

’It’s so massive like last time...’ she thought, her mind fracturing as her palm slid up and down the length of him. ’It’s so much more than a man should be...’

’It feels like holding a scepter of pure, unadulterated sin...’

’My hands can barely even close around him... oh, gods, the heat! He’s so fucking hot!’

As she began to stroke him, her movements rhythmic and desperate, Rex leaned back in to reclaim her mouth. This time, the kiss was even more uninhibited.

They were no longer trying to be careful; the sheer thrill of the risk had become their primary aphrodisiac. The wet, slapping sounds of their tongues and the heavy, rhythmic friction of her hand on his cock filled the air, a symphony of debauchery.

"Mrrpphh... slurrrpppppp...."

Rex’s hands weren’t idle either. While she worked to please him, he reached up and slid his hands beneath the heavy silk of her priestess’s robes, finding the massive, heavy weight of her breasts.

He squeezed them with a bruising, possessive force, his thumbs raking over her sensitive, swollen nipples through the thin fabric of her chemise.

"Ahhhnnn...!" Amelia gasped into his mouth, her back arching as he kneaded her flesh.

’He’s crushing them... he’s treating my breasts like they’re just tools for his pleasure,’ she thought, a wave of ecstatic shame washing over her. ’And he’s right... because they are...’

’They’re just vessels to be squeezed and teased until they ache...’

’The way he handles me... it makes me feel so small, so utterly conquered.’

’My son is right there, and here I am, being handled like a common slut, my tits being squeezed by a man who doesn’t give a damn about my sanctity!’

She increased the pace of her stroking, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself in the sensation of his hard cock in her hand and his powerful grip on her chest. The world outside the room—the priest, the son, and the goddess—all faded into a dull, distant hum, leaving only the heat, the friction, and the delicious, terrifying reality of Rex’s dominance.

Rex’s grip on her breast tightened, his thumb flicking across her nipple with a cruel precision that made her whimper, but he wasn’t finished. While she was lost in the haze of his touch, his other hand slid downward, moving with predatory intent beneath the heavy fabric of her robes.

He didn’t hesitate; his fingers found the edge of her silk panties, and as he slid his hand inside, he felt the overwhelming heat and moisture waiting for him.

"You’re fucking drenched, Amelia," Rex murmured against her lips, his voice a dark, satisfied growl. "All this talk of fragments and dimensions, and all you’ve really been thinking about is how badly you want me inside you."

"Naahhnnn..." Amelia gasped, her body shuddering as his fingers brushed against her.

But Rex wasn’t satisfied with a gentle touch. He spread his hand wide, shoving all five fingers forward at once, pushing through the damp silk and burying himself deep inside her.

The sudden invasion made Amelia flinch violently, her entire body recoiling as she gasped, her hands freezing on his cock. The sensation was too much, the sheer size of his hand filling her, stretching her, combined with the overwhelming risk of being caught.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, her mind a whirlwind of panic and pleasure.

"Don’t stop," Rex commanded, his voice a low, dangerous snap. "Keep stroking me."

"I... I can’t," she sobbed, her fingers trembling against his member, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. "Rex, it’s too much... I’m... I’m going to..."

He didn’t let her finish. He surged forward, capturing her tongue in a brutal, commanding kiss, sucking it into his mouth and pinning her head back against the chair.

His fingers inside her began to move with a relentless, punishing rhythm, digging into her and claiming her from the inside out.

’He’s going to make me lose it,’ Amelia thought, her mind racing in a desperate attempt to keep hold of her dignity. ’I’m going to scream, I’m going to make a noise that’ll bring everyone running in here...’

’I can’t control myself; he’s taken everything from me, my mind, my body, my very soul...’

’I’m nothing but a toy for him to play with, a thing to be used until he’s satisfied.’

But even as her mind screamed in protest, her hand began to move again. She couldn’t help it; the physical need was too great.

She began to stroke him once more, faster and more frantically than before, her fingers slick with his pre-cum.

Rex pulled back from her lips, a wicked, competitive glint in his eyes. He was watching her face, watching the way she was struggling to stay sane while her body betrayed her.

"That’s it," he whispered, his fingers inside her working even harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Don’t you fucking stop."

"I want to see who hits their limit first... especially... I want to see if the High Priestess can keep it together while I make her shake with pleasure... or if she’ll be the first one to break."

’I can’t... I can’t stand it,’ she thought, her eyes rolling back as she felt his fingers hit her G-spot with a precision that was almost cruel. ’I’m going to explode... he’s going to make me cum right here, and I won’t be able to stop myself from screaming... and he knows it.’

’He knows it and he’s enjoying every second of it.’

The room was filled with the heavy, rhythmic sounds of their lust: the wet slapping of their mouths, the frantic friction of her hand on his cock, and the deep, guttural groans that Rex forced from her throat. He was in total control, his body a heavy, muscular weight that pinned her into the chair, his fingers working inside her with a ruthless, unyielding pace that left her no room to breathe, let alone think.

As they collided in another deep, desperate kiss, Amelia felt the world beginning to dissolve at the edges. The sensation of his fingers stretching her, combined with the pulsing heat of his massive member in her palm, was pushing her toward a precipice she had never dared to approach before.

She was on the absolute brink, a tidal wave of pleasure building behind her eyes, threatening to crash over her and shatter her very existence.

’Oh, gods... it’s coming,’ she thought, her mind a frantic, beautiful mess of sensation. ’It’s too much... it’s so much more than a man should be able to give...’

’If he doesn’t stop, if he keeps doing this, I’m going to lose everything right here on this chair.’

A wave of bittersweet realization washed over her. For years, she had lived a life of rigid, suffocating piety.

Her husband, Cassius, was a good man, a faithful man, but he was a man bound by the very laws she was supposed to uphold. To him, the Goddess of Life was a sacred ideal, a standard of purity that dictated every touch and every thought.

To him, intimacy was a holy rite, a gentle and reverent thing. To crave more, to crave the raw, unbridled, and almost violent passion that Rex offered, felt like a sin so great that it should have struck her dead where she sat.

’Cassius would be horrified,’ she realized, a hysterical laugh bubbling in her mind even as her body shuddered. ’He would see this as a desecration...’

’He would see me as a fallen woman, a priestess who lost her way...’

’He could never give me this... he could never understand the hunger that lives inside me...’

’He loves the goddess, but Rex... Rex loves the beast inside the priestess.’

With Rex, there was no need for reverence. There was no need to be the perfect mother or the holy High Priestess.

With him, she was allowed to be a creature of pure, unadulterated instinct. He didn’t want her soul; he wanted her body, and in that brutal, honest demand, she found a freedom she had never known.